Qui-Gon Jinn felt his comlink buzz silently, vibrating against his belt under his robes. He ignored it. The whole reason he had it set on silent was because he did not wish to be interrupted during this crucial meeting the with the Chu'ba Governors.

It buzzed again. And again. Qui-Gon sighed. Whoever it was was not going to give up. "I'm sorry your Excellencies," he apologized, pulling out his comlink. "Please excuse me for a moment."

The three Governors did not look very pleased, especially the one that Qui-Gon had just interrupted, but they complied.

Qui-Gon grimaced inwardly. Everything seemed to have gone wrong since he and Obi-Wan had set foot on Dothwyn. The last thing he wanted to do was further agitate the already upset diplomats.

"Yes?" he said into the comlink, his voice clipped.

"Master?" Obi-Wan's voice. Hesitant.

Qui-Gon did not swear and that was to his credit. "Obi-Wan? What's happened?" Qui-Gon knew it couldn't be anything good. Obi-Wan would never interrupt him this way unless it was important.

"W-well," Obi-Wan didn't know how in the world to say this. "I, that is, I didn't want to interrupt you, but they insisted I call, or they were going to send for you..."

Qui-Gon shook his head, the Governors were stirring impatiently and the 17-year-old on the other end of the comlink wasn't making sense. "Who insisted? Obi-Wan I'm very busy..."

"The police Master," Obi-Wan mumbled it quickly and it took a moment for the older Jedi to make out what he had said. "I've been arrested for vehicle theft and-and spice possession," Obi-Wan plunged uncertainly ahead, realizing only afterwards that there was probably a better way to have broken the news.

"YOU WHAT?" Qui-Gon forgot for a moment that he had an audience. Quickly regaining control of himself he took several deep breaths, ignoring the blatant stares of the three Governors and their staff.

"But I'm not guilty!" Obi-Wan quickly added. "It's all just a big mistake..." his voice trailed off miserably.

Qui-Gon resisted the urge to groan. This whole blasted mission had been one big mistake from the start. "Where are?" the big Jedi asked with a sigh.

************

Qui-Gon saw his Padawan sitting dejectedly on a slide- out cot in one of the Police Station's small detention cells. When Obi-Wan felt his Master approach he quickly rose to his feet.

"Well Obi-Wan, we've been through a lot together, but this is probably the first time I've had to bail you out of Jail," Qui-Gon's voice held the faintest twinge of amusement. He had no doubts about his Padawan's innocence, but he was sure this was going to be one interesting story.

"I'm sorry this happened Master," Obi-Wan looked down at his boots. "Are the Governors-"

"What happened to your robe?" Qui-Gon asked, noting that Obi-Wan was no longer in the possession of the long, dark brown Jedi robe that he had been wearing when they parted earlier. "And your clothes," he noted what looked like grease stains on the knees of the apprentice's pants and there was something pinkish-red on the collar of his tunic.

"Its - a long story," Obi-Wan sighed.

"Let's hear it," Qui-Gon said, not at all amused. "I am quite interested in how in the Sith you got yourself in here. I thought you were going to return to our rooms to wait for me." The last statement was more of a question.

"I was, or that is, I did, only..." Obi-Wan ran his hand through his short hair. Where to start? "You see, they pulled Jor over because the rear illuminator on his speeder was out and we-"

"Wait a moment," Qui-Gon held up his hand. "Who is Jor and what were you doing in his vehicle? I thought you were taking the public transport back."

No, Chimi's right. It was an image taken (presumably) from the Insider's Guide (which has several photos that are from the set, not doctored by effects, which people have used to test their saber effects).